10:00 a.m. Wake up.

Wake up to a spontaneous sandstorm. You and all your roommates jumping on the couches, mimosas in one hand white towels in the other.

11:30 a.m. Game day prep.

Ladies, break out all your makeup and curling irons. Game day is like a holiday so you must look your best.

1 p.m. Stickers and pins.

As you complete your finishing touches, get ready to mess it all up to apply that Carolina tattoo to your cheekbone. Pin your sorority's "Loves the Gamecocks" button right over your heart. Slip on your cowboy boots and proceed to the nearest pregame to take hundreds of pictures before you sweat all your makeup off.

1:30 p.m. Proceed to pre-game.

Hug all your friends you haven’t seen in a day and a half and pass that bottle of champagne!

3:30 p.m. Frat lots or bust.

Start making your way, squad deep, to the frat lots. Get lost on the way because R.I.P to to the National Guard Road lots. Find your way on the other side of the stadium where the number of fraternities has practically doubled.

4 p.m. When it all hits you.

Proceed to dance on the makeshift stages in the center of the tents. Congratulate all the new pledges on their next journey in life. Tent hop and make a bunch of new friends. Wait 30 minutes to go to the bathroom just to walk away and have to go again.

5:15 p.m. Hangry.

Get so hungry you can actually feel your stomach eating itself. Tent hop until you can scrounge up enough chips to hold you over for the next hour or so. Then as a group decide to spend double the normal amount on Bojangles.

7 p.m. Game time.

Gather everyone you can that has a ticket and make your way to good ol’ Willy B. Lose everyone you know as you enter the stadium and end up sitting next to families if you weren’t blessed enough to get a student section ticket.

7:30 p.m. Kick-off.

Steve and the boys make their way on to the field with everyone on their feet and Sandstorm blaring through the speakers. The game has officially begun.

10 p.m. Fading fast.

No matter what the score, the stadium begins to thin out. People begin to make their way home. The few dedicated fans left keep the energy high and root on the boys to finish strong.

12 a.m. Home.

That amazing feeling of taking off your cowboy boots and lying in your bed because it feels like ages ago you were united as one. Fall asleep and dream about next week when you get to do it all over again.

GO, COCKS!